Tianfenbao

Chapter 444 The Night Banquet
After Robb Stark took a bath and had a good sleep, when Robb came out, he found that his clothes were gone.

"Your clothes are burned." Bran walked in with a large pile of clothes.

"My coat is made of shadow lynx skin. How many pieces are there in the whole of the North?!" Robb yelled, and then he was startled: "What are you wearing?"

"Your Excellency Yang Xin said that your clothes are full of parasites. If you want to live longer, these parasites will be killed. These are the clothes Your Excellency Yang Xin has prepared for you. Come on, let me put them on for you." Bran said casually.

Yang Xin prepared a complete set of clothes for Robb Stark, from underwear to coats, from socks, cotton boots to leather hats, such modern clothes, without Bran's help, Robb Stark might not be able to wear them superior.

Yang Xin used the big treasure in the Marvel world, and exchanged it from Nick Fury, the black-hearted director of SHIELD. The military supplies of the Mi Army during World War II can be said to have come in handy. Yang Xin directly ordered [-] pieces of Mi Army from it. Robb Stark, a group of natives, wore winter combat uniforms.

"It's so light, so soft, so warm, and so comfortable!" Robb Stark jumped up and down excitedly, feeling that he had lost more than ten catties.Robb Stark, who was wearing this suit, simply forgot about his coat made of shadow lynx skin. That kind of coat was so heavy that it was not as comfortable as this kind of clothes.

"Yang Xin... How many sets of this kind of clothes did you give us?" Robb Stark asked Bran in a low voice, pulling Bran aside.

Robb Stark wanted to call Yang Xin by his name as the young wolf lord, but seeing how courteous Yang Xin treated his party and his strength, Shubo Stark subconsciously added the word "Your Excellency" show respect.

"Two hundred sets. There are twenty sets for each knight, three sets for you, me, and Jon, and one set for each of the hundred farmers, a total of 120 three sets, well, although two knights were taken by me Sent back, but I left one set for each of them, and there are 77 sets left." Bran also whispered.

"The peasants each have a suit like this?" Robb Stark's voice rose twice sharply, and then dropped his voice immediately.

"Yes, one set per person." Bran replied very simply.

"No, I have to take it back, let Jon take it back, how can the farmers wear such expensive clothes?" Robb said, walking back and forth.

"But Your Excellency Yang Xin has already burned their clothes. Are you taking them back to freeze them to death?" Bran's eyes widened.

"In this way, eight knights are sent to return the remaining 77 sets of clothes to Winterfell, and then transport back 150 and four sets of new clothes, and exchange the new clothes with the farmers, two for one, and let them wear these clothes What a waste." Robb Stark suddenly thought of a way.

"However, it was sent by His Excellency Yang Xin. If you want to exchange with the farmer, do you need to consider His Excellency Yang Xin's position and face?" Bran asked in a low voice.

"Damn it!" Robb Stark clashed fists and palms, forgetting about Yang Xin.If those farmers were forced to change their clothes, it would be tantamount to taking Yang Xin too seriously.

"Your Excellency Yang Xin, even the farmers are giving this kind of clothes, which means there are a lot of them. Can we get them through trading?" Bran rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

Robb Stark also thought it was a good idea, but he was only the son of the Duke, the future Lord of the North, not yet, such a large-scale transaction must be made by Ed Stark, so Robb Stark Ke wrote a long letter, recording everything that happened here and his own thoughts, and sent eight cavalry to escort the remaining 77 sets of clothes plus this letter, and galloped to Winterfell.

The northern border is located in the north of the Seven Kingdoms, and winter is approaching. The days are short and the nights are long. With the help of Jon Snow, after arranging the houses and allocating the farm tools for these one hundred farmers, the sky is gradually getting closer. When it was dark, Yang Xin simply held a dinner party in the main city of Xinjian City.

"Damn!" As soon as Robb Stark entered the hall, he was blinded by the bright white and bright energy-saving lamps. He had a thousand words in his chest, but he was uneducated, so he could only express it with "Damn!" The agitation of my own heart.

At this time, Robb Stark, the future Lord of the North, had the feeling of a small country farmer entering a high-end residence. From Stark's point of view, any object in the hall is a priceless treasure.

Needless to say, there was a crystal clear goblet. Robb had seen it at the banquet in Winterfell last night, but the cups, bowls, spoons and dishes as white as jade were simply like works of art. Not only could there not be a single flaw in their appearance, The carved patterns are all beautiful, and they are familiar to me. There are also many artifacts that I don't know, which have greatly opened the eyes of Robb Stark and his party. Robb Stark estimates that they are really going to be broken. I couldn't afford to pay for such a set of equipment even if I sold it.

Fortunately, Robb Stark knows where he sits.Robb Stark sat next to him, and Bran Stark carefully next to Robb, plus Ming Yanwei, a total of four people sat in the main seat.

Ten knights sat on the next level of seats, two were sent by Bran to deliver instant noodles to Winterfell, and eight were sent by Robb Stark to deliver clothes to Winterfell, and now there are only ten left knight.These ten knights were also very restrained. Although they had also stayed in the main hall of Winterfell, they had never seen such a magnificent living room. They could only imitate Robb and Bran and sit down cautiously.

Further down are the one hundred farmers, with ten people per table. Robb and the knights have not been embarrassed yet. The one hundred farmers don't even know which leg to step on first. They are as stiff as puppets, standing outside the gate. I dare not come in for life or death.

Yang Xin had no choice but to quietly let Smaug transform into a human being, let Smaug act as a waiter, and arrange for the one hundred farmers to sit down. Even if the one hundred farmers sat down, they were like puppets on strings, not daring to move until the food came. It has a bit of a lively atmosphere.

With a wave of Yang Xin's hand, delicacies that the natives of Westeros had never seen appeared on the table in front of everyone. Just smelling the aroma, Stark knew that his own delicacies were like pigs compared to this. Food, not even pig food.

"Jon, come here." Yang Xin waved to Jon Snow outside the door.

"Your Excellency, although Jon is my brother, he is an illegitimate son. According to the rules of Westeros, illegitimate children cannot be on the stage." Robb whispered in Yang Xin's ear.

"Jon, he is not an illegitimate child. If you have any questions, you can ask your father. Bran, sit back and give your brother a seat." Yang Xin said.

Bran sat back very obediently, making his seat free.

Jon Snow, who was hiding outside the door, wanted to run, but was caught by Smaug. Jon Snow tried to struggle, but found that Smaug's hand was like an iron hoop, and no matter how hard Jon Snow tried, he couldn't break free.Of course, you can’t break free. No matter how Targaryen bloodline Jon Snow has, he’s not as noble as Smaug’s bloodline. Smaug is now a low-level black iron dragon, much more noble than the three dragons that will appear in Westeros. It is much more powerful, not to mention the three giant dragons that are about to appear, they can't even speak, and they can't compare with Smaug at all.

Jon Snow was carried into the house by Smaug and squeezed into the seat between Robb and Bran.

(End of this chapter)